REED
Another day. Another battle.
Another chance for Umber to die.
For Sora to die.
For Marsh.
For Pheasant.
Like Crane did.
Another chance for a SandWing to stab one of them, or for an IceWing to breathe frostbreath on them, or for a SeaWing to bite them. Or even for them to get in the way of a SkyWing, or another MudWing. There are too many ways for them to die.
And that would be it. They would be gone, forever. Their friendly presence would disappear from my life, and suddenly it would be incomplete. Even more so than now, without Crane.
And what could I do about it? Nothing.
And what could my remaining sibs do about it? Nothing.
And what could even Queen Moorhen do about it? Nothing.
We are trapped in this war, locked in a deadly tussle where each dragon will kill at any opportunity, just to save their own lives, and the lives of their sibs, and their friends. Where each queen uses it as an excuse to try to eradicate the other tribes. Because we know that's what they're doing. Even Queen Moorhen would feel more comfortable if the other tribes didn't exist.
Hundreds of dragons dying, all for three uncaring princesses. Burn, Blister, Blaze. What did they do to be worthy of it? None of them are fighting. None of them are risking their lives every day.
We may fight for Burn, but she is killing us, burning us, every second we are forced to fight. She does not care.
She cares nothing about us, about our lives and our hopes and our dreams and our loves and our cares and our thoughts.
Why is she worthy? What has she done, to earn the right to kill my sibs, my tribe, and so many others? What is she to the MudWings? What has she done to help us?
Nothing.
She has done nothing.